Testo Banshee

I took a train and a midnight bus and
A lady leans on a broken crutch
The air is smoky and the window's cold and
I close my eyes
And I dream you're close

Waiting on it
Waiting on it Waiting on it
Waiting on your touch

The empty seats are rattling bones and
Lights flew by on their journey home
The road of time holds a rearview mirror
I can see now it won't be long

Waiting on it
Waiting on it
Waiting on it
Waiting on your touch

I took a train and a midnight bus and
A lady leans on her broken crutch The air is smoky and the window's cold and
I close my eyes
And I dream your close

Waiting on it
Waiting on it
Waiting on it
Waiting on your touch